Damn it! You know what? I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being the guy who eats insects and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it's over. I'm finished being everybody's butt monkey!

Xander ,'Lessons'


Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


§ ita § - Dec 18, 2007 3:57:42 pm PST #8054 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Stabby-stabby?

Dropped me to my knees, let me tell you. Still feels like stuff is way too connected and shit is tugging on shit.

I'm trying to imagine my reaction to 9 teachers having any shared opinion on me other than "Well, she could spend less time in the computer room" or "Wish she could use that work ethic on her O & A levels." And they'd never have come talked to me. Oh, no. They'd have told my parents and then it would have been big Oh Over.

Happy anniversary, Burrell!


Burrell - Dec 18, 2007 4:02:15 pm PST #8055 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

I am still a bit resentful that my boss doesn't throw a holiday party for the department. I feel like it's a faux pas. Oh well.

At my school, teachers and students were always getting up in each other's stuff if anyone got out of line. That's just how we were.


§ ita § - Dec 18, 2007 4:08:48 pm PST #8056 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

That's just how we were.

Freaking hippies.

We were just an Oxbridge admissions machine. If it wasn't about the school's exam results, it wasn't important. But the student body (at least my year) had kinda self-selected for that, so it was no biggie.


Glamcookie - Dec 18, 2007 4:20:37 pm PST #8057 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Dude! Britney's 16-year-old sister is pregnant [link] Their mother should win a prize or something...


Laura - Dec 18, 2007 4:24:31 pm PST #8058 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

I can't imagine having Britney to look up to as the big sis role model all my life.


Jesse - Dec 18, 2007 4:38:41 pm PST #8059 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I guess that proves the supposition I've heard that Jamie Lynn only looks so well put-together because she's still under the parents' control...


Jessica - Dec 18, 2007 4:47:58 pm PST #8060 of 10001
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?

Hey guys - thanks for all the well-wishes, here and in Bitches. (Where I am currently several million posts behind, but they're all on topics I don't want to skip or skim, so here I am.)

Traveling with the baby went as smoothly as we could have expected, given that we had all of 12 hours to prepare. We rented a carseat (which was delivered to Enterprise before my dad picked the car up) and the hotel had a portable crib, so we were set there. One of my mom's cousins brought a playard over to my grandmother's house so D could take his naps there. We didn't know what the laundry situation would be at the hotel, so we bought a pack of disposables to get us through the 4 days, which worked out fine.

The worst part (travelwise) was the flight out - Cincy was in-between snowpocalypses and NYC was perfectly clear, but our flight was still mysteriously delayed almost 3 hours, during which we were told every five minutes that we would be boarding "in just a few minutes!" And because we thought we'd be boarding "in just a few minutes!" D wound up skipping lunch and getting very cranky, and finally falling asleep on the floor (I put him down on my coat), only to be rudely woken up again 20 minutes later when we finally did board for real. He slept through about half the flight and some of the car ride to the hotel, but the combination of being completely off his nap schedule and skipping 2 solid meals and being put to bed 3 hours late and the hotel room being twelve thousand degrees...well, suffice to say none of us got more than about 90 minutes of continuous sleep on Saturday night.


sarameg - Dec 18, 2007 4:50:04 pm PST #8061 of 10001

Jess, I hope you get a LOT of good sleep tonight.


brenda m - Dec 18, 2007 4:51:56 pm PST #8062 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

This students problem was these teachers deliberately sought him out on campus and he felt very uncomfortable by their "overwhelming concern." He went so far to say it felt a little like harassment.

Can't say I disagree. However unintentional, that's way over the line.

At that age I'm not sure how I would have responded, but it sure as hell wouldn't have been by shaping up.

(I think I'd feel better about a birthday gift because at least then you're not asking people to chip in when they're already almost certainly strapped for cash. But then, in my office, most birthday collections are a couple of bucks for a card and a cake.)

Back to the boss discussion - this is an interesting distinction that I think we've left out. An individual gift to the boss is a totally different thing than a group collection for a gift to the boss - the one is personal, reasonable, and very often, IME, merited. It's the group thing, which is almost always subtly if not overtly coercive that draws all the ire. Anyhoo, I'm sorry if Drew and other bosses around here feel like they're getting hit by shrapnel. I know you understand it's not directed at you but I know it can still sting.


Jesse - Dec 18, 2007 5:00:02 pm PST #8063 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I got a gift from one person who works for me, but told another directly (the criminally underpaid 24 year old one) that she should never feel like she has to give anything to anyone she works for. And I've given presents to bosses! But it's like other people have said, I was giving it to the person, not The Boss. I think the group thing becomes a gift to The Boss, not a gift to Joanne or whoever. If that makes any sense.

That sounds like a nightmare, Jess. I'm glad you're all home safe. (I do realize that the suckfest you describe was days ago.)